Canto I
A Prince once found A pauper, poor.
Theodore Marmaduke, Whom Wordsworth maligned,
Spent his life looking for the greatest lovesongs.
Find he did when that dumb pauper Doctor wrote his poems
Who dumb for lack of degree Was a doctor due to his discipline.
Theodore had aligned altogether With a wicked foe, abrupt
And unabashed as Unferth Who understood nothing.
The Pauper, named “Prince” Though a titular prince
Came to the Bawth isles of Brittos An American bold and brazen
Beheld the waves. Wondered he did at the wheat
For never did he set Flesh Upon the isle’s forgiving shore.
A town towered tall, So the Pauper called Bromdun Kratz Nuewfer
Titular in title called Broomhill Crown New, to talk
His odes. Theodore thought This thug not a thoroughbred
Thus set out to steal, By the knowledge of the storm
The Elf jewel, Thus jeered forth the Ladies of the Sea—
By sending Bromdun to a bawdy Breadth of time, bereaved of his
Happy present. Pretending was to pour out prudent truth
That in principle, the odes Were true, though flesh pretend.
The ladies each shared one eye Shod together lewd, at the head
They possessed power over The populous sea.
The sisters spoke “Bromdun Nuewfer, we see strong
“Are you, and your loves Toward your youthful yens.
“For, with the youthful yens We wish you to use to
“To call to core memory Your crude crimes.
“Call to core memory, crude, We shall also call forth core
“Memories most unusual Ones of Madoc and Marmaduke.”
Bromdun possessed A prized arrow and bow.
So shot forth the shod A flaming tarth shooting from the shaft
To slay one of the three. Yet, a song misted, and the sea
Slung back, steering strong toward The skywave.
Bromdun had not a shield So shimmied up a tree.
The seas flung one Hundred foot fraught
Washing Bromdun With the waves
Bromdun stood, harshly stormed Another wave from the west
Come from Ire’s Land, Let loose, and levied naught
To tear Bromdun beneath the Waves brazenly.
Sum’d the Chok, the Chok Who confounded the verse.
The verse was confounded, And Bromdun was toppled down
Through the ocean’s depth. For Marmaduke was strong.
Bromdun survived the waves, So strung his bow one last time.
Strung, and fired the steel shaft Shodding the arrows sorrowful
At the standing, prostrate beasts. A prophet was not Bromdun
But a Nethanim he was. To tell himself the hero
Bromdun had caught Marmaduke And Madoc. Bromdun murdered no one.
But, Marmaduke and Madoc had. Thus, the murderous intent was made
To marr Bromdun But Bromdun had severely beaten
The one eyed threewoman with arrow arrayed To weaken the armored shebeast.
But the threebeast threw herself Thrusting forth to break Bromdun.
For Omri, O’ Thou Theodore Marmaduke
In a fit of rage, When he raised lies rude to flit
And fraught the minds of Marmaduke and Madoc.
Thus, Bromdun escaped When Marmaduke established
That Bromdun was just insane. But, Bromdun was but
A trickster, who twisted minds Tricked, and transfixed
In a bed of belied blasts To bludgeon false prophets
With what he thought false prophecies. So Omri would forgo
And forget to fight The forbearing foes.
For Bromdun was but a blighted soul Given discourse with Dionysus
In his castle. For Dionysus should know That Israel is free
Therefore, it would be cursed if Bromdun carried forth in the statues of
Omri, Dionysus, Marmaduke. For to win, must Bromdun sing—
B. K. Neifert 